Cobbled Pathway Poem by Rather Dead Than Cool

'Click clack' 'Click clack' my heels roll along the smooth brick.
Trees enclose myself and thoughts seem clear like air over the blue sky.
A brisk breeze catches my trilby off my head. I catch it by my side and stop.
I lean on old wooden fence looking out onto the never ending pure green hills.

The sun glows out to all its faithful.
Warmth and sense of youth rush over me.
I feel the nag of modern world buzzing in my black jean pocket. I take it out and throw it blissfully into the sun. A tear rolls down my cheek and lands elegantly on my rosemary beads. If god made this it can surely make me live just a little longer. I only want to enjoy his creation. The sky is Turning orange and red and the sun sets lightly into the earth. My eyes seem as heavy and a feeling of dismay sets in just as hard. Sun now banished from the heavens and i sigh with my final breath. Is this the will of god i think finally.